I would rather be eating cheese and reading Sartre on the banks of the river Seine than eating popcorn with a born again bible-belt fundamentalist Republican administration in Crawford, Texas, execution capital of the world.

Charge me with perjury and I will be on the next plane to the U.S. I'll face them in court. You cannot get clearer than that. It's put up or shut up.

I met him to try and bring about an end to sanctions, suffering and war, and on the second occasion, I met him to try and persuade him to allow Hans Blix and U.N. inspectors back into country.

There are those who wrap themselves in flags and blow the tinny trumpet of patriotism as a means of fooling the people.

I'm demanding to be prosecuted. I'm begging to be prosecuted for perjury.

I am an opponent of Saddam Hussein, but an opponent also, of the sanctions that have killed a million Iraqi children and an opponent of the United States' apparent desire to plunge the Middle East into a new and devastating war.